Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 250

Abby

I arrive at the shopping center in the neighboring town, and the excitement bubbling inside me is almost palpable.

The dress at the Alpha gathering reminded me just how much I used to love getting dressed up for fancy occasions. After Karl and I got divorced, the most I would really ever get dressed up for was the club or going out to a nice restaurant; which is to say, not all that dressed up at all.

Growing up in a well-to-do family, I was always attending some event or another. My parents kept their wealth on the low-key side, but we still always had holiday parting and business events to attend. However, with our relationship distancing further and further over the years, especially since I moved to the city, that option slowly dwindled.

But now, things have changed—or so it seems. Now, for the second time in just a couple of months, I find myself going out to buy a dress for a fancy occasion. And although I can’t help but feel a little guilty as my mind whirls with thoughts of whether I’m taking this too far with Karl, I can’t deny my excitement.

Heading into the formal gown store, I’m almost immediately greeted by a lovely sales attendant who seems genuinely excited to help me.

“Good afternoon, Miss,” she says with a smile as I approach. “How can I help you today?”

“I’m looking for something very specific,” I say as my eyes scan the racks of increasingly fabulous—and expensive—gowns. “A dress for a masquerade.”

Her eyes light up at the mention of a masquerade. “Oh, how exciting!” she exclaims. “That sounds like fun. Right this way; I’ve just gotten some new stock in that I’m certain would go well with your complexion.”

She guides me through the racks of gowns, offering suggestions and pulling out dresses for me to consider.

As I browse through the elegant fabrics and styles, I can’t help but feel like a kid in a candy store. It’s been so long since I’ve shopped quite like this that it feels like I’m in an entirely different world.

She helps me pick out several gowns to try on, each more beautiful than the last.

The process is both thrilling and maybe a little overwhelming as I step into different styles and colors. The sales attendant offers her expert opinion, and we share laughter and small talk throughout the fitting.

But it’s when I slip into a breathtaking ball gown that I finally feel like a princess.

The gown is a dark shade of midnight blue, its fabric flowing gracefully around me. The bodice is adorned with an intricate layer of lace, and the full skirt billows out in layers of tulle. I turn to admire myself in the mirror, the fabric shimmering a little in the light.

As I’m lost in the enchantment of the dress, however, I suddenly remember the need for a mask. I turn to the sales attendant, a hint of urgency in my voice.

“Do you know if there are any shops around here where I could find a mask?” I ask, my eyes searching hers.

She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Actually, we have a selection of masks right here in the store. I’ll be right back with some options for you.”

I watch her disappear into a back room, my heart still fluttering from the thrill of finding the perfect dress. Moments later, she returns with a tray of masks, each one more intricate and stunning than the last.

Eventually, I settle on a Venetian mask that steals my breath away. It’s simple, a muted gold tone with a delicate filigree around the border. It covers the top half of my face, leaving the lower half exposed.

I think, in the dim light of the party, it’ll be enough to keep people wondering who I might be.

With the dress and mask chosen, it’s time to make the purchase. I follow the sales attendant to the counter, but despite my excitement, there’s also a hint of apprehension there.

I have savings, of course, but not enough to last forever. And with my restaurant being closed lately, I’ve been dipping into those savings. Buying a luxury gown and Venetian mask isn’t the wisest decision right now, but I just try to have faith that my restaurant will reopen soon and everything will be okay.

I swipe my card, trying to push away the worry about finances. It’s a small price to pay for the opportunity of what feels like a lifetime.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the sales attendant as she wraps up my purchases. “You’ve been incredibly helpful.”

She smiles warmly and hands me my bag over the counter. “It was my pleasure, Miss. You’re going to look absolutely stunning at the masquerade.”

Leaving the store with my bags in hand, I head back to the car, excitement still coursing through me. The anticipation of the masquerade party fills my thoughts, and I can’t help but smile as I drive home.

To distract myself on the journey home, I decide to crank up the radio and listen to some music. Before I know it, I’m dancing and singing along to some old pop song that I used to love, and everything feels okay. I feel free, alive, and happy in that moment, like nothing can bring me down.

I know I shouldn’t be feeling this good. It feels as though I’m going against everything I said I would, slipping all too easily back into my old lifestyle. And yet, at the same time, I can’t help but wonder if it’s really all that similar after all this time. After all, Karl has changed immensely, and so have I. Is it really so wrong to feel like a Luna when I’m around him?

Do I really need to be lying to my friends about what’s blossoming between us? Or is it problematic on my part that I’m hiding it rather than just being open and happy that maybe, just maybe, we’re moving onto a new chapter in our lives—one filled with forgiveness, stolen kisses, and masquerades?

But then, as I’m driving, the first few snowflakes start to fall, gentle and innocent at first. It pulls me out of my reverie, and I glance up at the sky, hoping it’s just a passing flurry. But the snowfall intensifies more quickly than I could have predicted, and soon, the road ahead becomes a hazy white blur.

I grip the steering wheel, my heart starting to race. The car’s tires skid on the slippery road, and panic begins to bubble up inside of me as I focus on keeping myself on the road.

But in what feels like a matter of seconds, the snowstorm turns into a full-blown blizzard, and visibility drops to almost nothing. I can barely see the road in front of me, and my heart pounds in my chest even harder than before.

I try to keep calm, reminding myself to drive slowly and carefully.

“Breathe, Abby, breathe,” I murmur, my knuckles turning white around the steering wheel.

It seems, however, as though the snow-covered road has other plans. The car starts to slide, and I struggle to regain control. I’ve hit black ice hidden beneath the snow.

Panic sets in as I realize I’m losing the battle with the icy pavement.

In one heart-stopping moment, the car spins out of control, doing a full circle on the road before coming to a stop in a deep ditch at the side of the highway.

My hands are trembling on the steering wheel as I sit there, breathless and shaken. The blizzard rages on outside, and I’m trapped in the ditch, my car surrounded by snow and darkness.